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I chuckle as our lips meet again, more urgent and frantic. Her hands go to my trousers, setting me free from my confinement. She wastes no time, sliding down my body and taking me into her mouth. She’s on her knees, sucking and groping until I come undone in her warm mouth. I brace myself against the doorframe, hardly able to keep myself upright.

“Shit,” I hiss as she wipes her mouth and smiles.

She stands, rubbing her naked body against me, and I close my eyes in pleasure. I can only stand there, helpless to do anything else as she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it off. She pushes down my pants, and I kick them off with my shoes.

She twists her fingers in my hair and pulls my mouth back down to hers. I pant into her mouth, so consumed by her that I can hardly breathe any longer. There’s only her and me, wrapped in this quiet moment, enjoying our wedded bliss.

She lifts her hands to my chest and pushes gently, moving me back as we kiss. It isn’t until the back of my knees hit the bed and I fall on top of it that I’m aware we’ve moved. Time and space mean nothing when she’s touching me. She climbs on top of me, straddling my waist as she grinds against me, desperate to find her pleasure.

It takes hardly any time for my dick to stand at attention, ready to feel her warm, wet pussy slide over it. She smiles seductively as she lowers herself and takes me in as far as I can go. Her head falls back as she gasps in pleasure. Her breasts on full display. I take one in my mouth, lightly nipping at her aroused nub.

She screams, thrusting her hips against mine in a sloppy, violent rhythm. My hands support her back and she clings to my shoulders, her fingers digging hard into my flesh. We are one body, feeling every nerve ending and pleasure point so intensely, we both come undone in a tired, heaping mess.

Her body collapses on mine, and I lie back, holding her there as her breathing slows and she relaxes into me. Somehow, having her ring on my fourth finger makes the entire experience more sensual. I’d never planned to get married before I met her. Now, I can’t imagine what my life would be without her.

After a few minutes, she climbs off me and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower. Exhausted, I crawl up the bed and slide under the covers, completely spent from the double pleasure I’ve received. It occurs to me then why Pocus feels he has to retire. He’s probably fucking exhausted all the time.

Juliana emerges from the shower a few minutes later, quickly drying off and slipping into the bed next to me. I’m barely conscious, but I feel her hot, damp skin press against mine and the quick, sweet kiss she places on my forehead. I move my arms around her, pinning her to me, and she sighs happily. This is more than I could have ever hoped for.

EPILOGUE

Six Months Later

Our car pulls up to the old house with the large wraparound porch, and I sigh wistfully. We left for Brazil six months ago, planning to stay for a few days and come back to start our lives. But a few days turned into a few weeks, and then months had gone by, and we weren’t in a rush to return.

Tory’s due date approaches, and we couldn’t miss the birth of her son. For one thing, she asked if Hex and I would be his godparents. We were both completely overwhelmed by her request, especially since we’d assumed she’d ask Pocus and Abigail. But Hex and Tory have been best friends from the beginning. She told us it wasn’t even a consideration.

The idea of having a godchild slightly terrifies me. Nothing will ever happen to Tory and Seer, but it overwhelms me to know that if something did happen, say in a hit-and-run, Hex and I would be responsible for raising him. No one else in the club had good relationships with their parents. I’m the only one who truly misses mine.

It’s an honor that she chose us. She’s requested that I stay with her in the delivery room. She told me that I had the purest aura of all her friends, and she wanted her son to experience it when he came into the world. She’s extra superstitious, but it makes sense. Growing up around magic has taught her that gut instincts are important to adhere to. I’m more than happy to be there for her.

We get out of the car, and Hex goes to the trunk, pulling out our large suitcases. We didn’t take much with us, but we had to purchase new suitcases there because my family kept heaping gifts onto us. They loved Hex immediately, accepting him into the family without question. They could see how happy he makes me, even if they struggled to understand his American accent.

The flight took nearly twenty hours, and we are exhausted. We basically sleepwalk through the house, trying to keep it together as our friends stop us to say hello. When we finally walk through our bedroom door, we collapse on our bed, too tired to move.

“I missed this bed.” I sigh, wiggling around to find the sweet spot on the mattress.

“Mmm,” Hex agrees, already falling asleep. I turn my head to watch him as his breath deepens and he drifts off.

I can’t believe we’ve been married for half a year already. The last six months have been such an exciting adventure as we traveled from one family member’s house to another’s. There were some family members I’d never met before, but they remembered my parents and spoke fondly of them.

My father had six brothers and a sister. My mother was an only child but had dozens of cousins she grew up with like siblings. Every single person who’d ever known them wanted to meet me and have Hex and me stay with them. We hardly paid for a thing while we were there, being fed more delicious Brazilian food than we could handle.

For as large as Hex is, he could hardly keep up with the massive amounts of rice and beans scooped onto his plate at every meal. But he didn’t complain once, eating everything he could and drinking all the sweet caipirinha he could handle. It certainly went down smoother than tequila.

My family was sure I was pregnant when I repeatedly turned down alcohol. There was no way I could explain to them that since I’d spent so much time as a spirit, I couldn’t stand the feeling of numbness anymore. They were open-minded to an extent, but they would never believe Hex and I met when I was in a coma and didn’t know it.

We kept our story simple, telling them we met in a bar and had an instant connection. My grandparents smiled warmly as I told them our fake story, my ava especially pleased to see me in love.

“We didn’t hear from you after your parents passed,” she’d told me sadly. “We were so worried you were lost to us forever.”

My heart ached to think I could have been lost forever. There was every possibility that I would never see my extended family again, and I’d thought it was okay. After my parents died, I felt completely alone and disconnected from my culture. I’d learned from this trip that hordes of people in Brazil loved me.

And there’s my husband, passed out soundly next to me, snoring softly. He’s promised to bring me back to Brazil at least once a year to visit my family for a few weeks. I think he liked knowing there were living people who love him too. He grew up alone, raised by kind spirits. Now he has a huge Brazilian family who finds him absolutely fascinating.

New Orleans will always be home for us. This house will always be our home. This place is the beginning, middle, and end of our love story. We’ll always be bound to it, even if everything in our lives changes. Even if one day we move away and start our own family.

I drift off with this thought, lost in sweet dreams of what our future may hold.

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